Trying to pick a song on Labyrinth Gardens

Kirstenna Melcher

November 11, 2010 12:50 PM

Trying to pick a song by Kirstenna Melcher

Every year Sonora held midsummer events. Quentin had told Kirstenna all about them. This year was a school concert (that her cousin said was really a talent show since last time most of the acts had not been musical) and the second year was very excited about it. She hoped to get the Teppenpaw solo. Kirstenna loved to sing.

Actually, she could have done other things, such as acrobatics as being raised in the circus Kirstenna knew quite a few other ways of performing but singing was where her heart lied. She didn't know why-Kirstenna rarely knew the whys of things, which was another reason she made a crappy Melcher-but that was how it was.

Besides, it was supposed to be a concert and, according to Quentin, that meant music. As Kirstenna looked up to her cousin, she wanted to do as he suggested.

Problem was, she had no idea what to sing. First of all, it had to be a song that was school appropriate. Secondly, and more important, there were so many songs out there that Kirstenna liked that it was hard to choose.

She only knew that she wanted to do a song that had been done on Glee. That was her favorite show and besides, it would cut down on songs to pick from. A smaller list as opposed to every single song out there.

But it was still a substantial list. There were a few songs that Kirstenna knew she couldn't pull off. "Defying Gravity" was out because of the high F. She thought she might be able to sing that someday, maybe when she was a sixth year but not right now. "Gives You Hell" was also awfully high. Then there were songs like "Having My Baby" that would be just plain wrong for her to sing. Maybe "True Colors" would work.

Kirstenna decided to try it out. She began to sing and got so caught up in the song that she didn't notice when someone was standing in front of her.

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Renée Errant

November 11, 2010 3:37 PM

I like that one. by Renée Errant

Renée's mother often liked to tease her that her most attractive qualities were also her worst. Her curious nature resulted in more scars and bite wounds than most eleven year olds, her clever wit got her smacked down by her offended elders, and her self-confidence caused her to walk into situations that saner people would know better than to go into.

Because of all these three attractive qualities, Renée was now gleefully sporting a gash on her arm that she was clutching to her chest, unmindful of the stain spreading through her well trimmed forest green robes. She was dimly aware that she should head towards the hospital wing, but she was more focused on reliving the encounter she had just had with the odd creature she had met about half an hour ago, who had reacted to clever wit in a most unexpected manner. Still, despite the stinging pain in her arm, Renée was more thrilled at the experience than mad.

She rested against a hedge, panting slightly from the combination of exertion and pain. Sweat matted her forehead, pinning down some of the thick dark curls on her head. 'I'll rest here just for a little while... then I'll continue.' She leaned her whole body into the hedge, beginning to doze off just a little while her arm continued to bleed when -

"... I see your true colors shining through."

Her curious nature once again awoken, Renée straightened up and followed the sound of the song, still cradling her arm to her chest. Finally, she saw a girl, perhaps a little older than herself, a first year, singing by herself. She watched her quietly for a few moments, completely forgetting about the pain, and strode over eagerly.

"That's really nice." She said happily, when the girl had given a pause. "Will you sing some more?" She smiled wide at the girl, flashing a set of perfect white teeth.

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Kirstenna

November 15, 2010 1:44 PM

Thanks! by Kirstenna

As the other girl, a first year that she recognized from class, complimented her singing, Kirstenna beamed. "Thank you." She responded. It made her feel good when people complimented her singing. Kirstenna loved to sing and she was happy when people thought she was good at it.

"I'm trying out songs for the upcoming concert." Kirstenna explained. "See, there are four midsummer events that rotate and this year is a concert. Each house has a group act and a solo act and I plan to try out for the Teppenpaw solo." Though she'd be really okay if she didn't get it and ended up in the group act. Kirstenna was more of a team player than a diva who had to have the solo. Still, she knew that if she got the solo, she could sing rather than act.

Her smile only widened when the other girl asked her to sing more. Maybe the other girl could help pick which song she should sing for the concert.

Of course, that meant Kirstenna had to think of another song to sing right now. She supposed she could always ask the other girl. "I'm Kirstenna, by the way," Kirstenna introduced herself. "What's your name?" She had yet to memorize the names of the first years in other houses though she knew all the ones in Teppenpaw.

She was about to ask the first year what she should sing next, when she noticed the younger girl was bleeding. "What happened to your arm?" Kirstenna asked, concerned. Maybe she should take the first year to the hospital wing instead of singing.

Especially if this was the first step in the other girl becoming something...unnatural. In the sense that it wasn't something she naturally was. What if the Beetle Lady had gotten her and she was becoming a beetle? Maybe she'd been in a scuffle with her and been injured that way.

Or the Impostor was back and this girl had been in a fight with her (or him. The Impostor could technically really be a man.) Kirstenna shuddered. In that case, the first year was really lucky to get away, unlike poor Brian who was probably in that hotel room with the real Janette Wolfe's corpse. Even if he was alive, that would have to smell really awful by now.

Or a werewolf or vampire had bit her? That would mean there was one loose at Sonora and it could get them all. Kirstenna knew werewolves were just wizards and witches with a disability but that didn't mean that she wanted to become one or see this girl become one either.

"Um, maybe I should take you to the hospital wing. I mean, I'd try to fix it myself but I don't quite have the skills." It was definitely in the best interest of the entire school, or at least this girl, to take her since she seemed to be bleeding a lot.

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Renée Errant

November 20, 2010 1:07 PM

Re: Thanks! by Renée Errant

"I didn't know there was a concert." Renée said indignantly. Though she had a curious nature and loved discovering new things, she didn't like being the one to seemingly find something out late. She didn't know that if she had only paid attention to the headmistress' announcement in Cascade Hall, instead of trying out spells to make her goblet of pumpkin juice explode, she would have known.

"I'm Renée." She smiled brightly. "I'm in Crotalus. I like to sing too, um, but I'm really bad." She laughed. "Thankfully there's no one who can judge me in the shower." She paused thoughtfully. "I wonder if there's a spell to help you sing better... but then that would be no fun."

"What happened to your arm?"

"Huh? Oh." Renée looked down at herself, suddenly wincing when she was forced to acknowledge her situation. The blood had continued to travel down her robes, which actually upset her more than the pain. Her mother was a dressmaker, rather popular in New York, and couldn't let Renée go to school without adding a little style to her robes. The dark green sleeves were altered so that they fell with a little bit of a flourish, and her mother had added a light brown string tied about her waist that brought out Renée's big brown eyes even more. "Something hurt me. It was green and it had horns a-and it swung at me." She sniffled just a little. "I thought it was going to be nice to me because it was smiling. But then I said something to it." Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. She wiped her eyes, the pain beginning a steady build up the more she thought about it. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it though in front of the older girl. "Um, I asked it if it had always been bald, or it it missed having hair and then it swung at me and my arm blocked it but then I got hurt."

"Um, maybe I should take you to the hospital wing. I mean, I'd try to fix it myself but I don't quite have the skills."

"Gracias." Renée slipped her hand into Kristenna's and smiled at her, keeping her hurt arm still cradled to her chest. "I just hope someone knows how to get the stain off." She waited for Kristenna to lead the way.

OOC: So, is this before or after the quidditch game?

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Kirstenna

November 24, 2010 11:34 PM

You're welcome? by Kirstenna

OOC-Let's say before the Quidditch game. Also, just ignore how Kirstenna explained the concert before.

BIC- For some reason Renee sounded a little indignant. The older girl didn't know why, not knowing about the concert wasn't such a big deal. Kirstenna had only known about the events because Quentin had told her about the events.

Speaking of her cousin, the Teppenpaw thought he seemed a little off. It turned out that he'd gotten betrothed over midterm. Kirstenna didn't know how she should feel about it, Quentin seemed so confused and that wasn't like him. He was supposed to be the one making other people confused.

The other thing was, well, it was a betrothal. On the one hand, that meant Quentin was engaged which was a happy thing generally speaking. On the other hand, he was sixteen and he'd never met the girl.

She was also worried for herself. What if Cassondra Knight and her family didn't approve of half-bloods? Her own grandparents and uncle didn't. It would be awful if she couldn't around her cousin anymore. Kirstenna would feel even more lonely, losing him on top of Brian. Though at least in Quentin's case, he'd still be alive. Kirstenna wasn't sure she could say that about her friend.

Kirstenna turned her attention back to Renee. "That's all right. Maybe you can do something else. Headmistress Powell did say it was a variety talent show this time instead of just a concert." She wasn't sure she liked that too much. Oh, sure, the talent show in itself wasn't so bad, plenty of people had talents that weren't musical and this was a way for them to be involved.

No the part Kirstenna disliked was that it was being turned into a competition that all the students not participating would vote on. She knew it would just become one big popularity contest instead of something people won because they genuinely had talent. Plus, Kirstenna had decided last year that she wasn't going to compete any more. "Honestly, with it being a competition this year, I'm not sure I'll even sign up myself."

She listened as Renee explained what happened with the creature. Kirstenna wondered what it was that the Crotalus had run across. "You're welcome." Kirstenna replied as she lead Renee out of the gardens.

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Renée Errant

November 29, 2010 1:49 AM

Oh right. Oops. You're welcome too. :) by Renée Errant

Renée tried thinking of things she could do for the variety show. She thought she might ask a few girls in her room to join her in a group thing. It would be a nice way for them to bond. She felt like she hardly knew any of them, and wondered briefly if they had become friends and excluded her. The thought didn't really bother her exactly, just made her think. She had always preferred the company of animals over people. If someone wasn't amusing her, she had no time for them. It made her selfish, but her amused mother simply assumed that she'd grow out of it. Teasingly, she called her youngest child a user. She never gave to a friendship if she wasn't getting anything out of it. Right now, Kirstenna had impressed her with her singing. Renée liked people who could do things she couldn't. That was why she was shocked at Kirstenna's following words.

"Honestly, with it being a competition this year, I'm not sure I'll even sign up myself."

"Oh, but you have to!" Renée looked up, shocked that the older girl would even suggest not signing up. "You're too good a singer not to. I mean, if you don't sing, then someone else will and win, and you'll never know if you could've done better. And you totally could." She said this definitively, as if she could already see the contestant who had won, and had stolen the win from the rightful contestant who in her mind was most definitively Kirstenna.

Renée smiled up at the girl, walking just a tad slower than usual (she was a born and raised New Yorker and moved fast), and hummed a little to herself before talking again. "I wish I could sing." She said again. "But I do other stuff. I can play a little piano, but I don't really like it. But I love sax, I used my brother's sometimes. And I can sew." She declared proudly. "Mi mamá taught me. I could you make you something. A scarf. And a sock too but," she giggled. "It'll probably come out looking like an oddly shaped little hat." She thought some more. "I can play quidditch too. I'm a chaser in Crotalus." She beamed at Kirstenna. "That's all. What do you do?"

The constant chatter was doing less and less of a good job of distracting her from the bloody gash, but Renée kept it up. She just wished they got to the hospital wing soon. She had never been there and had no idea where it was. "The medic will be able to help me, right?" She asked a little nervously, but trying not to show it. "I mean, nothing's serious, right?"

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